We the sensible would have orderd groceries in and cooked our own damned soup or had the soup in question delivered after prepaying.
There had to be other ways to get soup.
Dummy
“Dr.” Nancy is probably one of those who doesn’t have anything in her fridge but a two week old container of fried rice. Ok, fine, she’d just got back home but she could have ordered an entire grocery store delivered to her doorstep with one phone call.
Once, just once in my entire life have I ever ordered soup. That was minestrone and I make better. There’s a pot of beans on right now, yum. Adding winter squashes to the grocery list for some absolutely fantabuous soup for the Ebola quarantine, ISIS invasion or the election martial law, whichever comes first.